When someone’s mental illness is so severe that suicide feels like the only option, they’re not being stupid, silly or selfish, the chemicals in their brain have altered such that their thoughts are no longer their own. Let me explain why some language used around suicide is unhelpful.
Cats have been instrumental in my mental health recovery, the butterfly represents freedom. The semi colon explains that my story isn’t over.
Sometimes I wonder if I have something missing from my brain, it just doesn’t work the same way as other people’s. I don’t understand why people don’t just follow the rules of the road, why they spell my name wrong or why they leave the printer jammed. I’m baffled.